A/N: Just a little something based off Day 15 (I think) in my entry for the 30 Day Song Challenge and the song 'Gonna Be A Darkness.' Hope you enjoy! :)

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Gonna Be A Darkness

A stranger may have found you,
Where the angels have lulled you to sleep,
To swallow you whole like a whale from you head to your feet.

And there's gonna be a darkness,
It may be colder than you'd guessed.
There may not be music.
There may not be stairs.
There may not be angels filling the air.
-'Gonna Be A Darkness,' Jakob Dylan & Gary Louris

It was a beautiful sunny day: a light breeze rustled the leaves of the nearby trees and birds were chirping happily.

To the solitary figure standing next to the freshly dug grave it seemed like a travesty.

Today he had come to bury his wife; it should have been dark and dreary, just like his world was now that she was gone.

He remembered her smile, the mischievous sparkle in her dark eyes when she had laughed, that particular lilt in her voice when she said his name.

All gone.

He was no stranger to death, but now that it had claimed someone he dearly loved it seemed much more final and depressing.

He hadn't even been able to say good-bye.

She'd been the innocent victim in an armed robbery that had gotten out of hand; a week later and there'd still be no arrest.

He had to live with the fact that there might never be any justice for her murder, he might never get closure.

He closed his eyes; he never thought it would be like this.

At worst he had thought it was still years away, that he might end up holding her hand in hospital, watching her slip away.

Instead she'd been dead before the ambulance had arrived and what hurt him most was that he hadn't known. Even though a part of him knew it was ridiculous, he couldn't shake the guilt that not only had he not been there, he hadn't even known she was dead until the police had arrived.

Jim Taggart had been the one to bring him the news and that had almost been worse than having a stranger.

He could have held it together for a stranger, but he'd broken down and cried like a baby with Jim.

He took a steadying breath and prepared to leave her graveside; the others had already gone, leaving him in peace to say his final farewells to the woman he loved.

"I won't let anyone else hurt like this," he promised the tombstone, "I'll help them find the truth."

After regarding the tombstone for a long moment, Stephen Andrews slowly made his way out of the graveyard, leaving his wife behind.